For those true fans of horror, are you brave enough, to survive Five Night's at Freddys?

Creepypasta.co.uk thinks that this game is one of the scariest games ever made, what do you think?

Having just bought the game myself, I am already being freaked out by it.

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I'm a total Sonic the Hedgehog fan much like everyone else, I like
the newer games, but I don't mind playing the classics. I don't think
I've ever played glitchy or hacked games before, though I don't think I
want to play any after the experience I had...
It started on a nice summer afternoon, I was playing Sonic
Unleashed (I liked how you get to explore the towns in it) until I
noticed, out of my peripheral vision, that the mailman had arrived and
put something in my mailbox as usual and left. I paused my game to go
see what I got in the mail... The only thing in the Mailbox was a CD
case for computers and a note. I took it inside.
I looked at the note first and realized it was from my dear
friend Kyle (Let's just call him that), whom I hadn't heard from in 2
weeks. I know that because I recognized his handwriting, though what was
weird is how it looked; it looked badly written and scratchy and
somewhat difficult to read, as if Kyle was having a hard time writing it
down and did it in a hurry.
This is what he wrote...
"Tom,I can't take it anymore, I had to get rid of this thing
somehow before it was too late, and I was hoping you'd do it for me. I
can't do it, he’s after me, and if you don't destroy this CD, he'll come
after you too, he's too fast for me....Please Tom, destroy this god-forsaken disc before he comes after you too, it's too late for me.Destroy the disc, and you'll destroy him, but do it quick
otherwise he'll catch you. Don't even play the game, it's what he wants,
just destroy it.Please...Kyle"
Well, that was certainly weird. Even though Kyle IS my best
friend and I haven't seen him in 2 weeks, I didn't do what he asked me. I
didn't think that a simple gaming disc would do anything bad to him,
after all it's just a game right? Boy, was I wrong about that...
ANY way, I looked at the disc and it looks like any ordinary
computer CD-R disc, except it had black marker on it written
"SONIC.EXE", and it was much unlike Kyle's handwriting, meaning that he
must've gotten it from someone else, like a pawn shop or eBay. When I
saw "SONIC" on the writing of the CD, I was actually excited and wanted
to play it, since I'm a a BIG Sonic fan.
I went up to my room and turned on my computer and put the disc
in and installed the game. When the title screen popped up I noticed
that it was the first Sonic game, I was like "Awesome!" Because like I
said earlier I liked the classics. The first thing I noticed that was
out of place was when I pressed start, there's was a split second when I
saw the title image turned into something much different, something
that I now consider horrifying, before cutting to black.
I remember what the image looked like in that split second before
the game cut to black; The sky had darkened, the title emblem was
rusted and ruined, the SEGA 1991 was now instead SEGA 666, and the water
had turned red, like blood, except it looked hyper-realistic.
But the freakiest thing that was in that split second frame was
Sonic, his eyes were pitch black and bleeding with two glowing red dots
staring RIGHT AT ME, and his smile had stretched wider up to the edge of
his face. I was rather disturbed about that image when I saw it, though
I figured that it was just a glitch and forgot about it. After it cut
to black it stayed like that for about 10 seconds or so. And then
another weird thing happened, the save file select from Sonic the
Hedgehog 3 popped up, and I was like "WTF? What's this doing in the
first Sonic game?", anyway, then I notice something off, the background
was the dark cloudy sky of the Bad Stardust Speedway level from Sonic
CD, and there were only three save files. The music was that creepy
Caverns of Winter music from Earthbound, only it was extended and seemed
to have been in reverse. And the image for the save file where you see a
preview of the level you're on is just red static for all three files.
What freaked me out more was the character select, it showed only
Tails, Knuckles and to my surprise, Dr. Robotnik! Now I was sure that
something was up, I mean, how can you play as Robotnik in a classic
Sonic game, for crying out loud?
That's when I realized that this wasn't a glitchy game, it was a hacked game.
Yeah it definitely looked hacked, it was really creepy, but as a
smart gamer, I wasn't scared (or at least I tried not to be), I told
myself that it was just a hacked game and there's nothing wrong with
that. Anyways, shaking off the creeped out feeling I picked File 1 and
chose Tails and when I selected and got started. The game froze for
about 5 seconds and I heard a creepy pixelated laugh that sounded an
awful lot like that Kefka guy from Final Fantasy before cutting to
black.
The screen stayed black for about 10 seconds or more, then it
showed the typical level title thing, except the simplistic shapes were
different shades of red and the text showed only "HILL, ACT 1". The
screen faded in and the level title vanished revealing Tails in the
Green Hill Zone from Sonic 1, the music was different though, it sounded
like a peaceful melody in reverse. Anyway I started playing and had
Tails start running like you would in any of the classic Sonic games,
what was odd was that as Tails was running along the level there was
nothing but flat ground and a few trees for 5 minutes, that was when the
peaceful music started to lower down into slow deep tones very slowly
as I kept going.
I suddenly saw something and I stopped to see what it was; it was
one of the small animals lying dead on the ground bleeding (That was
when the music started to slow down), Tails had a shocked and saddened
look on his face that I never saw him have before, so I had him move
along, and he kept that worried look on his face. As he kept moving I
saw more dead animals as Tails moved past them looking more and more
worried as the music lowers and he moves past more dead animals, I was
shocked to see how they all died, they looked like somebody killed them
in rather gruesome ways; a squirrel was hanged on a tree with what
appeared to be his entrails hanging out, a bunny had all four of his
limbs torn off and a duck had his eyes gouged out and his throat slit. I
felt sick to my stomach when I saw this massacre and apparently so did
Tails. After a few more seconds there were no more animals and the music
seemed to have stopped, I still kept Tails to continue.
After a minute passed after the music stopped, Tails was running
up a hill and then he stopped, it wasn't until I saw why; Sonic was
there on the other side of the screen with his back against Tails with
his eyes closed. Tails looked happy to see Sonic but then his smile
faltered, obviously noticing that Sonic wasn't responding to him, if not
acting as if he was totally oblivious of Tails' presence. Tails walked
slowly toward Sonic, and I noticed that I wasn't even moving my keyboard
to make him move, so this had to have been a cut scene.
Suddenly I began to have a growing feel of dread as Tails walked
closer to Sonic to get his attention, I felt that Tails was in danger
and something bad was going to happen. I heard faint static growing
louder as Tails was but inches away from Sonic and stopped and stuck his
hand out to touch him. That foreboding feeling in my gut was growing
stronger and I felt the urge to tell Tails to get away from Sonic as the
static grew louder.
Suddenly in a split second I saw Sonic's eyes open and they were
black with those red glowing dots, just like that title image, thought
there wasn't a smile. When that happened the screen turned black and the
static sound was off.
It stayed black for about 7 seconds and then white text appeared
forming a message, saying, "Hello. Do you want to play with me?"
At this point I was creeped out, I didn't want to continue with
the game, but my curiosity got the better of me when I was taken to a
different level with the level title now saying "HIDE AND SEEK".
This time I was in the Angel Island level from Sonic 3 and it looked like everything was on fire.
Tails looked as though he was scared out of his wits this time.
He actually looked at me and made frantic gestures to me as if he wanted
to get out of the area he was in as fast as possible. I was starting to
get freaked out by this...I mean Tails was actually breaking the fourth
wall, trying to tell me to get him out of there.
So I pressed down on the arrow key as hard as I could and made
him run as fast as he could, a pixelated version of that creepy theme
when you meet Shadow at the ARK as Robotnik from SA2 was playing as I
made Tails trek through the desolate forest, trying to help him escape
from whatever he was trying to run from.
Suddenly I heard that creepy laugh again... that awful, Kefka
laugh... right after 10 seconds have passed as I helped Tails run
through the forest, and then I started seeing flashes of Sonic popping
everywhere on the screen, again with those black and red eyes.
The music changed to that suspenseful drowning jingle as I see
Sonic behind Tails slowly gaining up on him FLYING; Sonic wasn't
running, he was actually FLYING! The flying pose his sprite was making
looked very similar to Metal Sonic's flying pose in Sonic CD, except it
was just Sonic and he had the black and red eyes again, only
THIS time he had the most deranged looking grin on his face, he
looked as though he was enjoying the torment he was giving the poor
little fox as he gained up on him.
Suddenly when Tails tripped (another cut scene) the music stopped
and Sonic vanished. Tails laid there and started crying for 15 seconds.
The scene was rather upsetting to watch and I kind of teared up myself.
But then Sonic appeared right in front of Tails and Tails looked up in
horror.
Blood started to come down those blackened eyes of Sonic's as a
grin slowly grew from his face as he looked down at the horrified fox, I
could do nothing but watch.
Just in a split second Sonic lunged at Tails right before the
screen went black, there was a loud screeching noise that only lasted 5
seconds. The text returned only this time it said "You're too slow, want
to try again?" and then that god-awful laugh came with it.
I was so shocked by what had happened...did Sonic murder Tails?
No, he couldn't have... He and Tails are supposed to be best friends,
right? Why did Sonic do that to him?
I shook the shock off as I was brought back to the character
select, the save file that had Tails was different; Tails was no longer
in the box itself but in the TV screen itself, which was flickering with
that red static, Tails' expression scared me, his eyes were black and
bleeding, his orange fur had gone black and he had an expression of
anguish on his face, Trying to ignore it I picked Knuckles next.
The laugh came again and the screen cut to black again and stayed
there for another 10 seconds, this time the level said "YOU CAN'T RUN".
I was really freaked out by now, I couldn't really tell if this
was a glitch, or a hack, or some kind of sick twisted joke... or
anything really. But despite my fear of what happened next, I kept
playing.
The next level looked much different, it had the ground of the
Scrap Brain zone, but the sky background looked like the main menu; it
had the dark reddish cloudy sky. But it was the music that creeped me
out the most: It sounded like Giygas' theme right after you beat Pokey
in Earthbound. I also noticed that Knuckles looked afraid just like
Tails did, though not as much, more rather he looked a little unnerved.
He broke the fourth wall just like Tails and looked as if he wasn't sure
about going on, but I made him move anyway.
He ran down the straight pathway in this dark level, and as he
did the screen started to flicker red static a couple times and then
that maddening laugh came again.
Then after a few seconds of running I notice several bloodstains
on the metallic ground, I felt a growing sense of fear again thinking
something horrible is going to happen to Knuckles. He looked nauseated
walking down this blood-stained road, but I still kept him going.
Suddenly as Knuckles ran, Sonic appeared right in front of him
with those black and red eyes and then red static appeared again, when
the static vanished showing nothing but black screen with text saying
"FOuNd YOu!", I was now scared, Sonic found Knuckles already?! What was
going on?!
Anyway red static came again and then I was back to the level,
Knuckles looked like he was panicking, and Sonic was nowhere to be
found. And this time that high-pitched squealing from the Silent Hill
1's final boss was playing.
Was this some kind of boss battle with Sonic? I hoped to God it wasn't, honestly.
Suddenly Sonic appeared right behind Knuckles in what appeared to
be pixelated black smoke, I made Knuckles turn and then punch Sonic,
but Sonic vanished in black pixelated smoke before I could even land a
hit, that terrible laugh went off again. Then Sonic appeared behind
Knuckles again and then I made him punch again, and Sonic vanished again
laughing. Knuckles was panicking even more, and even I felt like I was
going crazy, Sonic was practically playing with us, he was playing a
sick twisted little mind game with me and Knuckles...
Another cut scene played as Knuckled fell to his knees and
clutched his head sobbing, I felt his agony, Sonic was actually driving
us BOTH crazy.
And then in a split second Sonic lunged at Knuckles and the
screen went black with another distorted screeching noise that lasted
for at least 3 seconds.
Another text message appeared, "So many souls to play with, so little time... would you agree?"
What the hell... Just what is going on? I started to think Sonic
was actually trying to talk to me through the game... But I was too
scared to think that.
I was brought back to the main menu and this time the second file
box had Knuckles in the TV screen, his red fur had darkened to a
reddish grey, his dreadlocks were dripping with blood and his eyes were
black and bleeding too, and he had a look of sadness on his face. I
began to think that those are the actual characters trapped in those TV
screens on the save files, but I couldn't believe it... I didn't want to
believe it...
So I shut off the game and took a break. I took a nap, wish I
hadn't, 'cause I then began to have the most disturbing nightmare, I was
in pitch black darkness, though I was under the light given off by a
lamp that hung high above my head. I could hear the cries of Knuckles
and Tails nearby. They were saying stuff like, "Help us..." and "Why did
you give us to him?" and "Run away, before he gets you too..."
Their cries died out as I then heard Sonic laugh, his laugh... it sounded a lot like the distorted Kefka laugh.
"You're a lot fun to play with kid, just like your friend Kyle, though he didn't last long..."
I was scared and looking around for the source of the voice...
"Won't be long now until you join him and all my other friends..."
I saw him walking toward me, flickering in and out in several directions...
"You can't run, kid. You're in my world now. Just like the others..."
When he grabbed me and I saw his bleeding black and red-eyed, grinning face, I woke up with a fright.
After a couple of hours I decided to continue playing the game. I
don’t know why, but I had to know, I had to figure out why this was
happening... So I turned on the computer, turned on the game and
selected Robotnik next.
I still thought that was wacky, playing as Robotnik, but anyway
the level title appeared again and this time it said "...", which I
found really freaky.
This time I was in some kind of hallway, didn't really look like
it was from any of the classic Sonic games, though it has the pixelated
style; the floor was shiny and checkered, the walls were a dark greyish
purple with animated candlelight’s and a few dark bloodstains here and
there, and there was a dark red curtain hanging above on the top part of
the screen. Every 12 seconds or so that red curtain sways very slowly,
but whenever you're playing the game you can barely see it move. The
music was oddly pleasant, a piano playing a rather sad yet peaceful
song, but I knew better, this was the song that played in Hill act 1,
only it wasn't in reverse.
Robotnik didn't look entirely nervous like Tails and Knuckles
did, but he did have a suspicious look on his face as if he was just a
bit paranoid. He did a little animation when I just left him standing,
he turns his head to the left and then to the right at least twice and
then shrugs at me, as if he has no idea where he was or what was going
on. Even though I was scared outta my mind about what was going to
happen, I had Robotnik continue onward. He did his usual running
animation (You know, when you've beaten him at the end of a classic
Sonic game and you chase him) as we continued going through the hallway.
Then I stop at a long flight of stairs leading downward, now I
was nervous, even Robotnik seemed unsure of himself, though I pressed
onward.
As I led Robotnik down the stairs, I noticed that the walls have
gotten darker and more reddish; the red torches are now an eerie blue.
Then we landed onto another hallway, this one was longer than the last
one (or at least it felt like it) and then we headed down another flight
of stairs down, this one was much longer, took at least 1 full minute.
And then I heard that horrid Kefka laugh again and then the music
slowly faded until it was quiet, as it did the walls turned more dark
red and the torches were a black flame now.
When Robotnik landed onto the 3rd hallway, I noticed he now
looked really creeped out, though he tried to hide it, I couldn't blame
him, I was scared too.
Suddenly, Sonic popped right in front of Robotnik the same way he
did Knuckles and then red static. The red static lasted for about 15
second and then it showed me a most unpleasant image...
The image showed a hyper-realistic of Sonic standing in the
darkness where you can only see his face while his head and torso faded
into black, and when I say hyper-realistic, I mean like he looked so
real you could actually see the lines in his blue fur, as if you could
actually feel the fur if you touched the screen.
His face...oh god, he had the most horrifying smile I had ever seen.
And that's saying something considering I saw that image at the start of the game.
His eyes are wide and black and once again crying blood (Which
also looked hyper-realistic) and there were two small glowing red dots
in those black eyes staring RIGHT AT ME, as if staring into my mind. His
grin was wide and demonic, it literally stretched to the sides of his
face like a Cheshire Cat except Sonic had fangs, VERY SHARP fangs, much
like the Werehog's teeth except more vicious-looking, somewhat yellowish
and from the look of it, he had stains of blood and small bits of flesh
on his lips and fangs as if he ate some animal.
I stared at that gruesome image for a good 30 seconds, never
taking my eyes off it, I felt as if he was actually looking at me,
smiling at me...that face, it just took 10 seconds for it to etch itself
into my brain for good.
Then the screen flickered with red static again 3 times, and on
the 3rd time I heard the Kefka laugh, except this time it sounded
distorted, demonic even...
It went back to the image again except this time there was the
text again though it was messed up, but it was pretty much one of the
most horrifying things I looked at since I had this game...
"I AM GOD."
It was when I read that message while looking at Sonic when it hit me, I realized right there and then.
This Sonic was a monster, a pure evil, sadistic, all-powerful,
nightmarish, demented monster... and all of his victims, including
Tails, Knuckles, Robotnik and possibly Kyle, are just his little toys,
and the game is the very gateway into his chaotic, nightmarish world and
the very Hell his victims are trapped in.
Suddenly in an actual split second I screamed as Sonic lunged at
the screen screeching loudly with his mouth wide open to an unnatural
length revealing nothing but a literally spiraling abyss of pure
darkness before the red static came again, this time much louder and
distorted, so loud that it hurt my ears, I yelled and grabbed my ears as
the red static screeched for a good 7 seconds.
Then it stopped and showed nothing but black screen.
As I sat there staring at the black screen, one last text came up.
"Ready for Round 2, Tom?"
The Kefka laugh, now sounding more clear as if Sonic was right
behind me, played again 3 times as I looked at that text in shock and
confusion.
Then I got booted back to the main menu and this time the third
save file had a TV image of Robotnik in the same, tormented state as
Tails and Knuckles; Robotnik's skin turned a dull grey, his mustache
drooped and had blackened, his glasses broke and blood is coming from
them and he had a mere dead like expression on his face.
I looked at Tails, Knuckles and Robotnik and I cried a bit, I
pitied them for the agony they're going through, they were forever
trapped within the game, forever tormented by that horrid hedgehog, and
always will be.
Then the computer shut itself off, I couldn't turn it back on no matter what I did.
I sat there for maybe 25 seconds, horrified by what had just happened...
Sonic is the very embodiment of evil, he tortures people who play
his game in more ways than one and then when he gets bored he drags you
into the game, literally drags you to Hell, where he can play with you
always, as his toy....
I can't get the game outta my computer. I think it's stuck in there, but at least I managed to turn it back on now.
After I sat there for 25 seconds I heard a voice right behind me, like a whisper...
"Try to keep this interesting for me, Tom."
I turned around to see where the voice came from, and what I saw made me scream...
Sitting on my bed... staring right at me...
... Was a Sonic plushie, smiling with bloodstains under its eyes.

I opened the front door of the old house where I grew up and felt the odd aroma of dust rush into my nose. The first step I take makes a rickety board beneath me creak eerily. I make my way towards the stairs and begin to walk up them. The entire house was only a shell of the once lively abode that previously stood, only a distant memory of good times and bad, only a reminder to me of the Train Man.

One day when I was just a boy and I still lived in the old house, me and my brother decided to investigate a tree house that my mother had briefly mentioned that our uncle had built out in the woods. I entered the woods that day not knowing what I would find, or who I would see.

We roamed an old trail for close to and hour before the surroundings around us became greatly unfamiliar. I knew not to panic so not to frighten my younger brother. I quickly began to assess the situation. All around us tall trees stood, peaking through the clouds and faintly touching heaven. Out of the corner of my eye I see a wooden building in the trees and without acknowledging my brother I began to walk towards it.

There sat the tree house in the forest, high in the sky ever so powerful. We climbed the ladder on the tree and entered the tree house. Inside on the walls were posters that told stories of my uncle's past, the ground, full of toys of a childhood. On a desk inside, sat magazines and books almost falling apart from age. I notice one of the books was a private notebook left behind my my uncle. Everything in here was full of wonder and me and my brother thought of this place out very own sanctuary, our very own Mount Olympus.

Our immersion ended as quickly as it began with my mother's voice beckoning through the trees, for us to return home. Me and my brother slowly left the place where my uncle's childhood lives and I allowed my younger sibling to race ahead of me home. As I slowly walked towards the back of my house the faint crushing of leaves behind me startled me beyond comprehension.

I spun around swiftly to see only the trees and the cold dead ground. I shot my eyes all around the area and saw nothing until I looked back up at my uncle's tree house. In the small window hole I saw a glimpse of a man more than three times my age staring down at me hauntingly.

Dark,dead black eyes, wild hair held only back by a train conductor's hat, and dark green disgusting teeth, that slowly grew into an grisly smile. The Train Man's grin threw me backwards and tripped me on a tree root. I could barely climb the tree back onto my feet to sprint back towards my house, not even daring to look back at the demon that lived in my uncle's past.

Later at my house I hugged my mother harder and with more fear in me than ever before, and when I told her about the Train Man she got angry with me and told me never to bring him up again. I stood shocked that she would ignore my childhood fear so evilly, and do little to console me on the traumatic experience that I was just dealt. My brother looked at me like I was crazy and did not believe me when I told him a man was in our uncle's tree house.

I was worried that I had not really seen the Train Man, that I did not really see a figure ominously smiling at me from an old tree house. I was worried that I was crazy, but even more so that he was going to get me. While fear blocked most of all the thought in my mind about the Train Man, curiosity also lurked within me. I wondered if my uncle knew about the Train Man, if my mother secretly knew about the Train Man. I had no proof of his existence, but maybe something in the tree house could help me in discovering more about him.

It took almost two weeks for me to even pull together enough courage to even step foot into the deep and mysterious woods behind my house, but when I did an invisible force made me continue onward towards the tree house. I had no memory of how to get to there, but somehow I found my way through the shadows of the trees. I stood under the tree house and it looked down on me like a powerful demon, ready to strike my well being at any moment.

I cautiously climbed the ladder with my eyes closed tight, with my hands gripping the old wood for dear life. As soon as my head breached the floor's entry-hole my eyes opened and the world I had entered once before made itself aware to me.

My first instinct was to go to the desk and open my uncle's private notebook. I pulled open to a random page and saw writings my uncle had made. They explained things he did and saw, dreams he had and wanted, and told a tale of an experience not so different from my own. My uncle wrote that he and his friend Toby saw a homeless man sitting on the railroad tracks in the road, drinking beer and rambling to himself. They stared at him curiously and laughed when he began to doze off. When he saw them, he got aggressive, and threw his bottle at them. They sprinted away back into the forest and went back to the safety of my uncle's house.

My uncle called him the Train Man, which is where I first thought to call him that. A simple name, I thought, for a man so eerily frightening. At the time I had no proof that the man my uncle saw was the man that I saw in the tree house, but I knew that he was in fact, the Train Man. While reading the notebook I heard a raspy cough and distorted laugh beneath the tree house. My heart began to beat faster than a butterflies wings and inside my chest a warm fear started to spread.

I did not dare to go towards the exit hole and started to look for something in terms of protection. I looked in a box beneath the desk and found a small pocket knife and pulled in out fast. As soon as I got the knife out in a protective position, years of rust forced the blade to fall off the handle and slide through the cracks in the floor.

After a moment had passed a loud and evil cackle shot at me and the sounds of crumpled leaves started towards the ladder. I could nothing else besides get in a corner and pretend to look dead. I didn't know what to do, what he was going to do to me or what my fate would be once the Train Man had me. I pulled myself into a small ball and began to sob deeply. Maybe he wont hurt me cause I'm only a kid I thought, Maybe he'll show some mercy.

I heard the creaks of each board being stepped on and the excited and worn breathing of the Train Man slowly coming towards me. The Train Man got up through the floor and stood. My eyes were so tight that I couldn't see anything, but I could feel his presence as if it was my own. I felt his feet step on the ground fiercely towards me, and could smell his disgusting dank aroma. I pictured him holding a bottle of beer, wearing his old hat, cloaking himself in an old train conductor's uniform, all while his deep marble black eyes stared at me, and his terrifying smile showed the dark green teeth siting on his jaws.

The Train Man grabbed my neck from the back of my neck and held me up like a prize. He gripped my throat hard and stopped me from breathing. He pulled my face level with his own and croaked, LOOK AT ME BOY, I AM THE TRAIN MAN! He bellowed this again, and again, until I finally sprung my eyes open and stared into his dead black marbles.

KNOW ME, FEAR ME, AND ALWAYS REMEMBER ME! The Train Man's voice transferred onto my face like a blanket of musk and forced me to cough fearfully. WHO AM I?? The Train Man said this with the look of absolute hate in his eyes, with the face of death, claiming another soul. WHO.... AM... I???? ANSWER ME NOW, BOY! I slowly told him what he wanted to hear, what I dreaded having to say, the Train Man...

The Train Man's evil grin returned and he dropped me to the floor with a thud. I began to cry deeply and shut my eyes again. Above me the Train Man's deep laugh rocked my head into a daze, and I began to drift off into a sleep.

When I woke up it was dark, and the only light was from the moon, gleaming softly out the window through the trees. I stood up and walked over to the desk to retrieve my uncle's notebook. As I walked home, I could constantly hear the rustling of leaves, and the sounds of loud footsteps, but none of this would scare me. Nothing could ever be more frightening than looking into the large deep, dark lifeless black eyes of the Train Man.

At that moment I promised to myself to never return to the Tree House, to never again open my uncle's notebook. I took the notebook and I hid it under a floorboard in my attic, and made sure nobody would ever find it again.

That day was a long time ago, more than 20 years.

Now I stand in the hallway of the house where I grew up looking at the door to the room where I slept. I made sure not to stay here long, to only do what I had to do then leave. Looking up from the hall I see the small cord that connects to the attic door and I pull it, and almost like magic a staircase appears from the ceiling. I climb up the stairs and walk towards the spot where I hid the notebook under the floorboard.

After pulling off the board and digging my hand through the darkness, I pull out my uncle's notebook. I glance out the window and see the sun faintly setting through the trees. I don't have much time... I thought, and opened to the first page of the book.

Nothing concerning the Train Man was here, or on the next page, or the next. I keep flipping through the book until I get to a part where a picture is drawn. It's the Train Man, sitting against a tree drinking and holding a knife. Behind the tree a pair of small legs are jutting out, and a pool of blood is beginning to form from them.

The page after the picture is something my uncle wrote, a story about him and my mother walking through the woods with a friend of theirs.

The other day, when me and Michelle were walking down to the lake, this boy named Jared asked us if we wanted to see something cool. Michelle was kinda nervous about it but I told her it would be fine and we walked with Jared to the railroad tracks that entered the forest. We walked along it for a few minutes before Jared told us to go this way, and he made us go into this one part of the woods. I started to get a little scared when he said this, but I didn't want Jared to think I was a baby so I went along with him. After a minute Jared told us to be quiet, and showed us this small wooden house on the ground. We slowly creeped over to it and Jared told us to look into the a small window on the outside of it. Inside on a small dirty mattress was the Train Man that me and Toby saw before, drinking on the railroad tracks. I don't know why but this scared me and I almost started to cry. Jared then pulled out a match book and lit one, then tossed it into the window. Jared told us to run over and wait behind a tree. We did, and after a moment smoke began to come out through the windows. Jared could not stop laughing, and Michelle started to cry. I didn't know what to do so I just started to grab Michelle's arm and slowly back away. Suddenly, the Train Man ran out of his hut with a knife in his hand and started to look around. Jared's laughing and Michelle's crying gave us away immediately, and he ran over to us. Me and Michelle ran away, but Jared just stood there laughing. Michelle ran away to the train tracks, but I stayed and watched. The Train Man grabbed Jared by the throat and slammed him hard against a tree. Jared's feet were kicking but he did not scream, I could not see his face but I assumed he was as scared as I was, The Train Man then rummaged through Jared's pockets and pulled out the match book, and crumpled it in his hands. The Train Man, still holding Jared by the throat, carried him over to the burning hut and tossed him inside. The Train Man, wielding his knife, then went inside after him. When I saw this I ran away back towards the train tracks and Michelle.

After reading this I realized that the Train Man used to be just a homeless man, living in the forest, but during my childhood became something spirit-like, and more evil than before. Through the book there were multiple tales of encounters with him, written by both my mother and my uncle. My mother had known about the Train Man, I thought. I flipped to the very last written page in the notebook and found something my mother had written. It was written very sloppily and was almost illegible.

Adam is dead, THE TRAIN MAN KILLED HIM, we went back to see what happened to Jared and we saw the Train Man's dead body in the ash of his hut and HE CAME BACK TO LIFE. He got up from the ground and killed him with his knife. I couldn't do anything, he was so big! I'm telling mom and everyone that he drowned in the lake and the river took him away. Nobody would ever believe me! I'm writing this so somebody knows, so somebody wont get killed by the Train Man!

I close the notebook and stand up. It's dark now, the moon is out and full, and the heavy night is making itself very aware to me. I leave the house and head towards the woods, where the Train Man lives.

Even though it's been over 20 years, I know how to get to the Tree House just as easily as I know how to get to work. I walked over every branch, every pile of leaves without problem, and slowly the building at the top of the trees becomes present.

What had once looked like Mount Olympus now looked like the fires of Hades, and without hesitation I climbed the ladder up the tree. I sat the notebook on the ground and got out my lighter. I looked around the tree house and saw in the corner, an empty bottle of beer.

Behind me, the all too familiar sounds of the Train Man's laughter filled me with an ancient dread. I turn around and there he stands, the same dirty train conductor's outfit, the same old hat barely holding back the agelessly unkept hair, and the same evil smirk, shining brightly beneath those two pitch black eyes.

I quickly rush to the floor where the notebook lay and retrieve it. The Train Man pulls out his knife from his overalls and puts it in a slashing position. I take the notebook and turn the lighter on beneath it. This does little to slow the Train Man down, and he slices my left arm, making me drop the notebook to the floor, and making me fall backwards.

The Train Man's foot comes crashing down on my face and I think my nose breaks. I can feel warm blood flowing from it and then see his foot come down again. I'm in a great daze at this moment, but still sober enough to see the notebook over in the corner, and feel the lighter being gripped tightly within my fist. I turn over to my stomach and start to crawl over towards it.

I get up off the ground but am suddenly stopped my the Train Man's blade piercing my side. I can't decide what hurts my more, my arm, my nose, or my side, but I don't try to think about any of that, and keep making my way towards the notebook. The Train Man begins to laugh loudly at me and then bellows, YOU CAN'T KILL THE TRAIN MAN BOY! NO ONE CAN KILL THE TRAIN MAN!

I ignore this and keep on towards the book. Just barely within my reach, I grab it and begin to burn a corner with my lighter. After a second it catches flame, and a small fire starts to grow from it. I turn around from the ground to look up at the Train Man, and to my eery delight, the Train Man's uniform begins to catch ember.

The Train Man's face had lost it's smile, and his dead eyes grew to have more life than ever before. I take the lighter and start to burn another corner, and suddenly the Train Man's face started to burn, and some of his skin started to peel off. The Train Man stumbled backwards into the corner and just as the fires of the notebook grew into the center of it, a hot fire engulfed the Train Man. The Train Man burned fierce fully before my eyes, but I couldn't believe that this would kill him.

From the ground I slowly stand up and grab the knife from the Train Man's hand and I stab him in the heart. The knife stays in his chest and the fire inside of him turns the Train Man's eyes to a dark blood red. And right before the Train Man turned to ash, he looks at me, and smiles.

I leave the tree house and walk towards my old house without looking back, without being afraid of him coming back. Back at the house I get into my car and sit before I drive away from my old house, before I leave a collection of childhoods, and I say goodbye to the Train Man.

"Come in friend and take a seat. My name? Call me Jack....I run this establishment. I've been working this bar for the better part of a hundred years. Got a nice stage, we got entertainment later if you're sticking around?"

"Uh-huh. Well do you have time for a drink? Okay. What was that? The hundred years thing ? Yeah, friend, I'm a little older than I look. I'm a demon"

"I can tell from your expression that you've never bumped into one of us before. We do exist. I guarantee that by the end of this conversation, I'll have swung your opinion. Don't worry, I'm not a threat. Hardly good for business."

"And my business is important to me. On that stage you'll see some of the best talent in the biz. I consider myself a 'talent scout' without equal."

"I specialise in contracts for fame and fortune. I can give the lucky individual ten years of their dreams and then I come to collect. In return they play at my club for the rest of eternity. They almost never think twice. One catch, though. I can only make this deal with them whilst they are 17."

" I don't know why, I don't make the rules."

"Who do I have? You probably know a few of them. The first guy I signed was something really special. Created an entire genre by himself. Kid by the name of Robert, a real demon on the guitar, if you'll pardon the pun. It seems everyone and his brother knew about our deal, though. "

"Yeah, the crossroads thing. Well, it did make subject easier when I was talking to later pitches. Thing with Robert is he wasn't ready to give it up when I came to collect, so I had to grease the wheels, so to speak. Strychine poisoning can be incredibly painful, or so I hear."

"This is the thing. They are happy for the trade at 17, but the moment they hit 27 it starts to consume them. it becomes all they can think about. Some will use it to drive them to write as much as they can. Others will try and use the as many distractions as possible to not think about it"

"You know, drugs, alcohol, women. The good things in life. Need a refill there, champ?"

"This one guy, Kurt, now he surprised me. He worked out how to summon me, against my will I might add. Yanked me right into his goddamned front-room. Just as I'm about to give the shaggy haired fool a piece of my mind, he pulls out a shotgun and says that he is breaking the deal"

"Blew his brains out right in front of me. I mean, come on?! The deals are binding. Killing yourself just gets you here faster. I'm a freaking demon. My kind invented fine print."

"Another cat I should mention is Jimi. He was a rare one I tell you. The kid was tripping so hard when he got here, it took us a week to convince him he was dead. All he cared about was as long as he had a guitar to play. Now he plays every Friday night, packs the place out everytime"

"What?"

"Come on, I've worked hard for them, and now they work hard for me. "

"This bar is something I take pride in. I have some of the best entertainment in the world, and here I showcase it to any who know how to get here."

"You don't remember how you got here. Yeah, i've been meaning to talk to you about that. Something tells me you've got a little more free time than you realise."

I must inform you all that this is A TRUE STORY. During my childhood, I constantly had nightmares in our old apartment. This wasn’t erratic, it was CONSTANT. Every night I had one. It wasn’t one always, sometimes I had five! Well anyway, let’s commence.

The first one was usually of my family, walking to a log cabin near a hill covered with dead grass, and to the right of the cabin there was a dead forest. By the time that we were at the cabin, I was going up the hill. Then, I was faced with giant balls of sticks that came rolling down. As if the forest itself was reaching for me.

Every time they squished me, I suddenly saw a thumb bending back and forth. Then I woke up, unless I had the other two nightmares. Sometimes I got up to the top and found a dispenser-like machine and a guy there, but before I could do anything I was off to the next nightmare. This was the least scary one.

The next nightmare started to show up when we were about to move. This was a time when I was outright scared of lawn mowers. I thought they were going to eat me up or something. So the dream that I had was of me running down a sidewalk with a lawn mower chasing me. To you it might seem idiotic, but that scared the shit out of me.

The next one was usual. It was of me in my parent’s room (Since I sleep there) but in front of the nightstand. All of the color seemed drained around me. I saw myself crunched up like a little ball. I don’t remember exactly what was going to happen, but I know it was going to be bad. Now that I’m typing this I remember another detail: the view was warping and twisting. I believe this was the scariest.

These are all I remember, but I know there were others. They were, as all of these, scary as hell when I was a kid. Of course, I was like three years old so I can’t remember exactly why. After we moved to our new and current house, the nightmares seemed to vanish. The first night, I slept soundly. Later, a few years back, I we were going somewhere when we passed by near our apartment. I was intrigued by mydiscovery: there was a cemetery on the other side of the street! So, were these ghostshaunting me in my sleep? If so, why? Perhaps we’ll never know…

It was around February last year I was bored on the weekend and decided to quickly check my Hotmail , as I scrolled through the large amounts of spam emails one stood out. It was in bold and the subject read SORRY THIS FREAKED ME OUT! What really confused me is that it was sent to me by my friend Max; we had an argument a few days ago and hadn’t spoken in around a month this email had been sent yesterday.

Suspecting he had been trying to give me a virus I ignored the email and went to watch a few videos, I was watching a few videos and began to watch some creepypasta related videos, when I had a sudden urge to read the email.

When I opened the email it contained a link to a website which has since been taken down and SORRY in bold letters, after a few seconds of consulting between clicking on the link or just deleting it I stupidly decided to click on the link.

The website opened and my monitor flashed black and white very fast for around five seconds, then suddenly returning to my desktop. A downloader had launched for a program called AREYOUALONE.EXE, I could not cancel it and could not open task manager to end the program.

After it finished I was forced to click finish and the application launched in full screen and began to play a video , in this video a man was tied to a chair and crying out in pain. I quickly tried to exit the program but couldn’t, I then turned off my monitor but it turned straight back on. The man tied to the chair was now being approached by a man with a mangled face; his jaw appeared to be broken and slanted to the right, he had only one eye and had long black hair down to his shoulders. The man then crouched down and picked up a butchers knife, he stood up and ran toward the bound man and violently began to hack at his face. I had to hold back my vomit.

The video cut to what appeared to be life footage; it was outside my house I quickly ran towards my window but saw nothing outside my window as I went to walk back to my computer I heard the noise of smashing glass down stairs and looked at the computer swiftly. The man had entered my house and was making his way up the stairs, as he reached around halfway he pointed the camera towards his disgusting face and screamed in a horrifyingly deep and strange voice “YOUR ALL ALONE”. As he said this my monitor switched off and my computer shutdown.

I heard the man walking towards my bedroom door his footsteps were loud and heavy, he then began to cry out in what I can only explain as a demonic tone. It was barely understandable but I could make out “ALONE” followed by an evil laugh. The door then swung open and closed behind him, there he stood towering over me, and as I looked up at him I was frozen in fear. I was able to let out a loud scream just before he grabbed me by the neck. What I didn’t know is that my neighbour had called the police around five minutes ago when he saw the man breaking my window; just as I began to fade into darkness I heard the sound of police sirens.

I woke up in my room just as the police kicked in the door, they ran straight over to me as I lay on the floor. I was in extreme shock and couldn’t answer any of their questions, because of this I was rushed to my local hospital to be examined. Luckily, I was okay.

The psychopaths body was found twelve hours later....he had hung himself in a nearby wood.

There's a strange phenomenon I've noticed on several
television reports from the early 1960's onwards. There may be more
before, but since I got my first television in 1962, I can't say for
sure. I would like to post this here to ask if anybody else has noticed,
or seen any others. It started in the early 1960s. Specifically, the
Kennedy assassination.

I
was watching a broadcast by ABC of his final precession, and whilst the
reporter was talking to the camera, amongst the crowd, I noticed
something quite odd. A very scruffily dressed man standing quite a
distance behind the reporter was staring right into the camera. He wore
the typical attire of a homeless person. Dirty brown trench coat, a dark
green woolen hat, and noticeably long facial hair.

This wasn't what creeped me out however.

There
was a massive amount of people around, and I just assumed this homeless
man was here to watch the parade. The fact he was staring dead on at
the camera motionless was quite off-putting though. A little while into
the report, he finally moved. He raised his arm in front of himself, and
put his hand up, giving the number "5" with his digits. A few seconds
after he did this, there was a loud bang, and a massive commotion in the
crowd. The man stayed absolutely still, with his hand still
outstretched, but the reporter and camera man moved to get a better look
at what had happened, and the man was no longer in shot.

Kennedy had been killed.

Some
years went by, and along the way, I seemed to forget about the strange
homeless man from the Kennedy report. That was, until 1980. I had
returned from work, and was absolutely shattered. My wife was laying out
our evening meal, and I was just catching up on current events on TV. I
changed to a particularly interesting report about a heat wave that was
currently affecting some of the states down South. This concerned me,
as my wife has relatives there, and I feared for their wellbeing.

The
news reporter was billing this as "The worst American heat-wave in
decades." At that point, I noticed him again. In the distance, over the
reporter's left shoulder, was the homeless man from the Kennedy report. I
didn't notice him at first, and it was his initial movement that drew
my eyes to him. As the reporter spoke, the homeless man lifted his hand
once again, and signaled the number "4" with his fingers. I was more
alarmed at the fact that the man seemed exactly the same as when I had
spotted him in the Kennedy report almost 20 years before. He was dressed
the same, still wearing his trenchcoat, despite the reporter claiming
that the heat was unbearable. He himself had removed his suit jacket,
and had rolled his shirt sleeves up.

That man
has made a couple more appearances in news reports that I know of. One
in 2001, during a report of the terrorist attacks on the World Trade
Centres, where he held up 3 fingers, and more recently during reports of
the devastation Hurricane Sandy caused in New York, where he held up 2
fingers. Each time, in all 4 of these news reports, he has been dressed
exactly the same, and shows absolutely no emotion. The people around him
seem to pay no mind to him, and each time he just stares directly into
the camera lens, until the report ends, or the cameraman moves the
camera away from him. I have wrote this because of his appearance in the
Sandy reports. It is now 2012, and I know for a fact that DVD recording
and such have become a lot more common. I have never owned a recording
device myself, and so I haven't been able to capture the man in any
reports. Other people may have though, so I urge you to flick back
through any recordings of the news reports you may have, and try and
screengrab an image of the man if possible, so that we may identify him,
and find out exactly why he is showing up at these events.

Right
now I am very scared though. And I think it's plausible that you all
should be too. It's obvious at this point, that this man does not age,
and appears in news reports of disasters- both natural and man-made. Not
to mention, with the exception of the Kennedy assassination, many
people have been injured and killed in said disasters, and it's getting
worse. It's also obvious that this man is counting down to something in
each one of the reports he has appeared in.

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